smartiebaert

[smartiebaert]

Hold my hand. Let your flesh hold mine and let your soul hold my heart. And we’re running. The wind blows so fast that thoughts can’t linger. This is all that we have. And we’ll keep running. Until the rain soaks our confidence, and we have nothing but a cold feeling spreading through us. Until every sound surrounding us fades away and elucidates our breaths. It’s just us and this everlasting moment. And then we stop. And it is just us. And we realise that’s the reason we started running in the first place.

Mart

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[smartiebaert]

“The sin overpowers me in greatness. I can not do anything but submit to it.” She turns and lies on her side. “Love is not a sin.” I know she can see the uncertainty in my eyes. “Am I a sin to you?”, she whispers. “It is not you or I who is the sin, nor our love. It is us succumbing to love that is the sin. People will abandon you for the simple fact that you love me. I am the monster, yet you are the one bearing the consequences.” The faintest smile creeps across her face. “Isn’t it ironical. You are the monster and yet you are the one lecturing me about sins. Monsters are only monsters because people say they are; they are different. People think I am different and strange because I love you. So I am a monster to. We both suffer and bear the consequences and I will happily do so as long as you love me back.” I can only stare at her; my body is frozen under her words. “You shall not need to worry, for I just fell more in love with you, my monster.”

Mart

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[smartiebaert]

Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. “You should not be here.” I slowly turned around and indeed my ears had not betrayed me. Before me casually leaning against the wall as if it is the only thing he has to do on a whole day, was him. “And why if I should not be here, are you here? For you to be in this place, you had to take the same path through the darkness as I took. I say we are equally to blame.” He took me by my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “This is my house, everything in this place, the grass, the wind, even the darkness you tried to use to your advantage, are mine. The only thing here I do not own, is you. And oh, let the moon be the only witness, we are only equally to blame for our mutual feelings.” I let my eyes drift to the moon. “Let the moon be witness. It is true, you do not own me for I am not an object. An object does not give their consent, but I do. And so moon, hear my words and carve them in the sky. You do not own me, but I am indeed yours.” He withdraws his hands and walks back to the wall. “You are to be married tomorrow, then you are someone else’s. And I will be alone forever, although I would have a small forever for you are every breath I take.” I lean with him against the wall and together we stare at the moon. “Then let the moon be witness. We should run away, for you to are every breath I take.” He falls to his knees. “How will we live?” I crouch down next to him. “To be frankly, I am to in love to worry about the consequences.” He looked back up with determined eyes. He pulls me up and starts running. “Let the moon be witness! I shall not worry either, if you do not!”

Mart

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[smartiebaert]

I think that is a wonderful way to describe love; a normal event with an extraordinary feeling surrounding it.

Mart

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[smartiebaert]

The bookshop

There she is my favourite customer. Every week she walks through my door and looks at all the books in my shop. She walks around to engulf herself in the scent of old books, but she always ends up at my counter. Eager to hear which book I would recommend to her. The first time she stood here asking if I could give my opinion on a book, I wasn’t really interested in her. She was just another girl who likes to read romantic novels because her own life is dull. The second time however, she asked if I had other books, more gruesome books, I was intrigued. By now she has read the most horrible and morbid tales most people don’t even want to look at.

She opens the door and follows the same path that she has been walking for weeks. I pretend that I am writing an email, but my eyes keep shifting to the girl in front of me.                    “Good morning Will. Any new books that you can recommend?”                          Slowly I lift my head up and smile at impatience that sounded through her sentence. “Of course, I have one. You should know that by now, Valerie.”                          “I hope it is as good as the last one. The ending was just terrific. I get goosebumps just by thinking of it”, she says as she rubs her arm.                “Than you will definitely like this one”, I say while picking the book up and showing it to her. “It’s about a girl who gets killed by a person who she trusted with her own life. You’ll be amazed by the killing part, very detailed and realistic. Just your cup of tea.”                             “Thank you, I am quite sure I will love it,” she says while paying for her book.

And then the most prodigious thing happens. She gives me a kiss on my cheek. For a moment I am utterly astonished. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I started to feel a tingling warmth creeping on the inside of my body, but that feeling is quickly suppressed by the intensity of my thoughts. I couldn’t wait to meet her again. Cause since last week I started to see her as something different from the girl that walked into my bookshop the first time. Now I see her as my next victim.

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